Me and my princess love the beach. Over Christmas, we were lucky to get a house at Bamburi, so we were basking and swimming pretty much all day. The thing about the beach at Christmas is that there are a LOT of people there. So we learnt to come early and swim far away from the crowd.
Once in a while, something will totally take you by surprise. In my case, it usually a hot boy smiling at me. I think I’m so involved in my idea of who I am that I sometimes don’t notice things right in front of me, like, you know, the hot boy staring. Like just this morning, I saw this boy watching me from right across the street. I suppose I should have smiled and said hi, but I assumed he was looking at someone behind me. Too bad, he was kind of hot. I think for me to notice that a hot boy is checking me out, he’d have to whack me on the head with a mallet. Preferably a softy, cushy one, or I’m likely to break his nose.
Anyway, the beach. I saw this gorgeous man swimming a few metres away. He had a blue wetsuit, caramel skin, pale brown dreads, and really pretty eyes. I didn’t want him to catch me staring, so I focused on conversing with the princess. She knows me pretty well, so she gives me this look like ‘what the hell, mum?!’ but I ignored it and kept babbling about nothing.
The next time I looked up, pretty boy was right next to me. I don’t know where he came from, or how he got there. He spoke to me. He actually spoke to me! I have no idea what he said, but the words ‘Sister Dredd’ were involved. Then he flashed me the most gorgeous smile.
At this point, the ideal response would have been to smile back and start up a conversation. But I was too busy freezing and blushing, oh the shame of it all. So he smiled again, and swam away, while I grabbed onto my little girl’s floater and tried not to faint.
The princess shook me from my stupor by splashing some sea water on my face, so I suppose I was grinning idiotically. “Mum, he’s hot, isn’t he?”
“Yes baby, he is.”
“And you’re blushing.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Okay, we’ll talk about this at home. Let’s go.”
And just like that, my magic moment was over. I tried subtly looking around to see if I could spot him, but there were way too many people. Oh well. At least I had my fairytale for a few moments. Plus, I get this fuzzy warm feeling knowing that out of all the gorgeous women on the beach, the hot boy chose to notice me. Yay! Maybe next time, I’ll to be a little less frozen.
♫ In the Morning ♫ The Holding ♫